The Journey

Hit another wall with this project. Stephen had an emergency and left with out any work done on the book. Trying to keep positive and I think its working. Found this poem by a local poet named Mary Oliver.

Return To Town

Back in town again after some time away. Last night the sunset on the bay was breathtaking and the full moon lit up the sky like a search light. I've come back to start working on the design of my first book. Stephen Male, a good friend and a real talent is working on the project with me. This moment in my life is something I've wanted for so long and to be making a book in and about this special place with the people I'm making it with is a dream come true.

I saw a great show at the Berta Walker Gallery tonight.Varujan Boghosian, I love your work.

Summer Is Here

After a rainy July summer is finally here and its almost over. My children have been loving the beach and finally got over their fear of crabs, they've discovered they can catch them. The photos are of my father and uncle catching those same crabs and my grandfather bathing in the bay he loved so much.

Saudade

The text is from a book called "In Great Waters" by Jeremiah Digges [pseud. Josef Berger]. I don't know who took the photo but the Richard and Arnold is part of the Provincetown fishing fleet.

Home

Looking for inspiration and some help. Thinking about home and homes and home improvement and homos.

Family arrived

My family arrived and it feels complete here. Built some bunk beds out of drift wood and made a swing for the kids. Times are good.

Freddy

Freddy Rocha's a local guy. He walks up and down main street bummin cigarettes and money. I once gave him a good amount for posing in a magazine. Now he thinks I'm loaded. I promised myself I wasn't gonna start giving him money this summer but he caught me at weak moment yesterday and I gave him 20 bucks. I saw him 15 minutes later he told me he was broke. He said he got a pack of cigarettes and 2 scratch cards.

Looking For Mike

I took this picture last year and I can't find the info I wrote down about him. I think his name is Mike. If anyone knows him please contact me.

Sewer Bay

Today the town closed the bay to swimming, I heard it was because the machines that suck all the shit out of here broke down on the busiest weekend of the year. Thankfully it didn't stop the moon from rising.

Happy 4th, R.I.P. Popeye

Today's Independence Day. On July 4th 1776 the declaration of independence was signed and American was free from the Kingdom of Great Britain. There's a parade and fireworks in town and hundreds of people have arrived. I always think of Popeye on this day. He was a local guy who drank a lot and collected cans for money. Everyone called him Popeye because he looked just like him and every 4th he would dress in a Popeye costume for the parade. He died in 2000 and I heard that he was found dead in a portable toilet in full costume. A local artist named Jay Critchley called him "the Town Crier for the unspoken".

Koehler's Butchy

Went to my friend Michael Koehler's Photography show tonight. He took this photo of Butch. Butch wore a motorcycle helmet for the last few years of his life. I don't know if he slept in the helmet but I never saw him without it. Once I ask if I could take his picture and he threatened to kick my ass.

Hawthorne Barn

Just got permission to use the Hawthorne Barn as a studio to do some portraits. It has great light and Charles Hawthorne painted some amazing portraits there. Maybe something will rub off on me.

Bad News from Land's End

This week I felt like I was this metal ball. I made one of the worst decisions I have ever made in my life, friends and family are going through divorce, drug addiction, robbery(fuck you Chris Yayzel), Farrah Fawcett died and it's rained everyday.

Heading Back To Land's End

Haven't done a post for some time, sorry to those who are checking my blog. On my way back to Land's End now. Trying to get to the Pat de Groot opening at the PAAM. She's a local artist and friend who has taught me a lot about the process of creating art. She's also the curator of my show next summer at the PAAM.

Leaving Town

Had to leave town for a couple weeks. I always get a sinking feeling in my stomach when I leave Provincetown.

BBQ

A friend gave me a big bag of oysters so I bought some steaks and had a BBQ to test out the home made grill. It works great.

Kemp Cottage

Haven't done a post for some time do to the fact that I've been busy turning an old run down cottage into my home for the summer. It was originally built for Harry Kemp by his friends as a birthday present. Harry was a poet and author who lived a lot of his life in a shack on the dunes. He was known as the "Tramp Poet" or the "Poet of the Dunes".

Big Mischa

I miss the charm, elegance and humor of my Grandfather, Mischa Richter. This is one of my favorite cartoons he did and a photo he took of my uncle Tom at low tide in Provincetown bay.

Bums Drinking

Painting by Charles Webster Hawthorne.

Strippin Bud

A bit low on cash so I've been stripping a roof in Dennis for my buddy's construction company. Really hard work and the owner of the house watches you work all day, I guess he wants his money worth. He says he wants to learn but there ain't much to it, you tear off the shingles until there ain't no more. I've never thought about Dennis much so I started to read about it and I found this fable.

The Beachcombers

I'm a member of an artist club that meets every Saturday night for a meal and a meeting. Last night we ate spicy chicken and payed tribute to a fellow member. Rest in peace Romanos Rizk.

Bereaved Family

Found this in an old book about fishing on Cape Cod

East Harbor

Been taking some pictures around a place called East Harbor. In 1868 a dike was built for train tracks to be laid and the harbor was cut off from Cape Cod Bay. Over time the salt water became fresh and it's now known as Pilgrim Lake. Some people say that Provincetown would be an island today if the dike wasn't made. The photo is of the road around the lake.

Helen

Gut Fish Not Houses

Arthur's Stills

My friend Arthur gave me a cd with some footage he took from the 60's on it. These are some stills.

Bound East for Cardiff

I just read Bound East for Cardiff today. It's Eugene O'Neill's first play and it premiered at the Provincetown Players theater. The theater was an old fish house at the end of a wharf. What a setting it must have been for this moving play. The text is from a book called Time and the Town A Provincetown Chronicle by Mary Heaton Vorse.